Bailarín De Contraseña
(Ticket Stub Dancer)
(Ticket Stub Dancer)
Lyrics: Carlos Lucero
Translation: Felipe & Ayano
Music: Víctor Felice
Recorded by Angel D'Agostino with Angel Vargas in 1945
Español
Sábado a la tarde, te planchás el traje
Te cortás el pelo, después te afeitás,
Con bastante crema te hacés dar masajes,
Gomina y colonia, luego te peinás.
Lista tu figura, llegada la noche
Te vestís ligero después de cenar,
Con un cigarrillo prendido en los labios
Sales de tu casa, te vas a bailar.
Y al llegar al “Sportivo”,
con tu silueta elegante,
Te detienes en la puerta con los aires de un doctor.
Está atenta tu mirada, para ver si está el amigo,
Que anteayer te prometiera
la entradita de favor.
Y mientras vas esperando
ya tenés todo planeado,
Si no aparece el amigo te la sabes arreglar.
Esperás el intervalo
y con tu cara risueña,
le pedís la contraseña
a todo aquel que se va.
(Instrumental)
Esperás el intervalo
y con tu cara risueña,
le pedís la contraseña
a todo aquel que se va.
English
Saturday afternoon you press your suit,
you get a haircut, later you shave with plenty of cream you massage yourself
Hair gel and cologne, then you arrange your hair
Your body ready, the night has come
You dress quickly after eating dinner
with a lit cigarette between your lips
You leave your house, you’re going dancing.
And upon arriving at the sport club
with your elegant form,
You pause by the door with the air of a doctor.
Your gaze is focused, looking for the friend,
who promised you two days ago
to get you in for free.
And while you’re waiting
you have everything planned
If the friend doesn’t show up you know what to do
You wait for the intermission
and with an agreeable face
You ask for the ticket stub
from everyone who leaves.
(Instrumental)
You wait for the intermission
and with an agreeable face
You ask for the ticket stub
from everyone who leaves.